Chapter 4: The Homebody Who Took the First Blood
After reading it, Lu Qiang felt somewhat excited; there was actually something called the First Blood, and it even came with a military dagger as a reward. Lu Qiang had seen the system's price for the military dagger, which was 10 war points, quite a rip-off. A cold weapon was surprisingly expensive, but its power was undoubtedly formidable. Although it had several drawbacks, such as being unable to chop, Lu Qiang did not mind. While Hu Zhuang was collecting the spoils, Lu Qiang took out the military dagger from his space. At first glance, he was immediately fond of it: the diamond-shaped blade, the three blood grooves, and the gray-white blade resulting from phosphating treatment made it a lethal weapon.
Uh... Hu Zhuang was clearly frightened by Lu Qiang's terrifying smile
"Cold dish!" Lu Qiang replied irritably, "Having been on the battlefield, you actually don't know this. But I can't blame Hu Zhuang; he has only been on the front lines and has never encountered an ambush against the enemy, so he is completely unaware of the enemy's counter-ambush tactics." Seeing the puzzled expression on Hu Zhuang's face, Lu Qiang had to explain, "This is just one of the enemy's reconnaissance methods; they have not yet discovered us."
Thus, Lu Qiang stopped Hu Zhuang and approached that squad leader, whose green uniform stood out prominently among the many enemies. Although it was torn and tattered, Lu Qiang still recognized him immediately.
Lu Qiang and Hu Zhuang emerged from the shelter and arrived on the main road, where a strong smell of blood permeated the air. This was due to the explosion of anti-personnel mines that had shot out a large number of steel balls and shrapnel, instantly turning human bodies into sieves. Particularly notorious was the 72-type bouncing mine, which had a lethal radius of 14 meters, and it was not just one mine. Perhaps due to the short stature of the enemy soldiers, all of them had their waists and abdomens shredded (the injuries were likely caused by the steel balls and shrapnel that flew out in a fan shape). The mangled intestines spilled out, creating a scene drenched in blood, extremely gruesome.
Lu Qiang "abandoned" the command knife that was still on the corpse of the enemy and instead used a bayonet, delivering a stab to another conscious enemy. The bayonet smoothly pierced the enemy's heart, and then a large gush of bright red blood spurted out along the blood channel.
"What happened, boss?" Hu Zhuang asked. As soon as he spoke, the sound of machine gun fire, "da da da...", echoed in the air. Without needing to be told by Lu Qiang, he already understood the reason. However, he was unaware that this was merely a reconnaissance sweep by the enemy and naively thought they had been discovered. He then asked Lu Qiang, "Boss, the enemy has found us, what should we do?"
Lu Qiang did not know whether it was true or false before, but it seems to be true now, as there was a Japanese soldier who was directly killed. His originally tense body suddenly relaxed, but his mouth remained wide open, likely dislocated. His eyes were almost bulging out, a sign of dying with eyes wide open. Additionally, blood flowed from the wounds on his face caused by shrapnel, making him appear extremely hideous and terrifying, clearly indicating that he died in great agony, which was indeed the case.
With great effort, I pulled out the command knife, as it had not been removed after being inserted at the time, resulting in it being compressed and adhered by the muscle, making it somewhat difficult to extract now
Hiding behind a slope, Lu Qiang saw the ghost suddenly stop, feeling a sense of foreboding. At the same time, he cursed in his heart, wondering why this ghost was so sensitive, almost like a dog.
"It's nothing, just splattered with the blood of this dog bastard." Lu Qiang displayed a smile that he considered quite charming, but for some reason, it appeared rather unsettling. Where did the mosaic go
Deliver a final blow to the remaining enemies, regardless of whether they are dead or alive, and for those that are unrecognizable, let it be
At this moment, Lu Qiang, hiding behind the cover, was sweating profusely despite the cold weather due to excessive tension, while Hu Zhuang remained much more composed.
Just when Lu Qiang was desperate, the sound of explosions, like divine music to him, rushed into his ears with the speed of lightning, followed by two more explosions
Hu Zhuang seemed accustomed to such scenes, after all, he had come down from the battlefield, crawling out from a pile of corpses, and was no stranger to such sights. On the other hand, Lu Qiang was extremely repulsed by the situation, yet his body showed no signs of discomfort. It was likely that his body had adapted to such scenes, which resulted in his brain not sending any signals of nausea.
Lu Qiang no longer dared to stare at the enemy like that; his gaze seemed to wander off somewhere. He only caught a glimpse of the captain signaling to a machine gunner holding a crooked gun, mumbling something. The machine gunner then stepped out of the line and raised his machine gun. Upon seeing this, Lu Qiang immediately understood what the enemy was about to do, and he quickly ducked his head, also pulling down Hu Zhuang, who was still peeking out.
Lu Qiang exerted considerable effort to pull out this command knife. After drawing the knife, the enemy soldier surprisingly let out two gasps and did not die. It seemed that the knife was too cold, freezing the blood after piercing the heart, which is why he did not die. Now, with the knife withdrawn and the wound pulled, the enemy soldier emitted two more gasps, likely on the verge of death. Lu Qiang did not care about him; since he was still alive, he decided to deliver another blow. Thus, Lu Qiang activated his skill "Finishing Blow" again.
Lu Qiang and Hu Zhuang listened to this sound, as if it were a divine melody. After waiting for a while, the fourth sound did not ring out for a long time, indicating that the enemy likely did not step on it
Lu Qiang and Hu Zhuang cautiously peeked out, and what they saw were the bodies of the enemy lying all over the ground, along with a few who, despite their injuries, were clutching their groin, their eyes wide open, mouths desperately agape, trying to scream. It seemed that the pain inflicted on Ding Ding was indeed immense. According to experts, if we assume the pain level of a woman giving birth is 1, then the pain level experienced by a man when his Ding Ding is injured is 1000. Yes, that is 1000, which is 1000 times the pain of childbirth. It appears that the pain inflicted on Ding Ding is indeed tremendous, as experts indicate that if we assume the pain level of a woman giving birth is 1, then the pain level experienced by a man when his Ding Ding is injured is 1000. Yes, that is 1000, which is 1000 times the pain of childbirth.
Then, a line of blue text suddenly appeared in Lu Qiang's eye membrane: Complete the first blood drop, reward a military dagger.
The appearance of Lu Qiang and Hu Zhuang immediately attracted the hateful gazes of the remaining two conscious enemies. Lu Qiang felt quite displeased, and Hu Zhuang seemed to understand Lu Qiang's thoughts. He picked up a bayoneted Type 38 rifle, preparing to take them down. Upon seeing this, Lu Qiang thought it was unacceptable; this was a matter of war, and how could he allow others to take action? It had to be done by himself. As the great man said: "One must work with their own hands to ensure abundance."
On the way back, Lu Qiang began to tally the results of the battle. A total of 13 Japanese soldiers were counted, of which he personally killed 4 (two were conscious, and two were unconscious). At 4 o'clock, 8 were killed by landmines, and at 12 o'clock, that squad leader accounted for 5 (Note: Any Japanese soldier killed by weapons sold through the system counts, meaning Lu Qiang could give weapons to others, let them kill the Japanese soldiers, and simply stay at home collecting war points). One Japanese soldier was killed by pain, which does not count. Selling the Type 38 rifle earned him 10 points, and a Type 95 light machine gun earned him 4 points (with one left for Hu Zhuang to use). As for the miscellaneous items, the system rejected them due to insufficient quantity, just like bullets. That squad leader accounted for 5 points (Note: Any Japanese soldier killed by weapons sold through the system counts, meaning Lu Qiang could give weapons to others, let them kill the Japanese soldiers, and simply stay at home collecting war points). One Japanese soldier was killed by pain, which does not count. Selling the Type 38 rifle earned him 10 points, and a Type 95 light machine gun earned him 4 points (with one left for Hu Zhuang to use). As for the miscellaneous items, the system rejected them due to insufficient quantity, just like bullets. For example, Japanese military uniforms, unless he can gather 10 tons, the system will only pay a little for recycling, meaning selling out is equivalent to 5 tons for one war point.
The machine gunner quickly emptied a magazine, employing a three-round burst technique, which means he released the trigger after firing three bullets. This method was primarily due to the metallurgical technology of the time not being advanced enough; machine guns could not fire continuously. Otherwise, the barrel would overheat and expand, leading to jams at best and catastrophic failures at worst. Particularly in a country like Japan, where resources were scarce, the focus remained on single-shot rifles, resulting in subpar machine guns. For instance, the Type 38, if fired continuously for ten to twenty rounds, would likely jam. Therefore, the continuous firing depicted on television would not occur in reality. This approach conserves ammunition and extends the barrel's lifespan, preventing overheating that would necessitate frequent barrel changes and waste time.
The diameter came to his side and picked up the command knife. It felt somewhat heavy, which was Lu Qiang's first impression. He then drew the knife from its sheath, took a look at it, and noted that the quality was average; it was clearly mass-produced. There were also a few Japanese characters on the blade, which Lu Qiang admitted he could not understand. However, this did not dampen his excitement. As a three-no宅男 who had only wielded a kitchen knife, it was exhilarating for him to handle such a long knife for the first time.
The cleanup is complete, and the situation on Hu Zhuang's side has also been taken care of. Next, the two of them began to dispose of the bodies. How to dispose of the bodies? ... Just throw them directly into the old forest; as for erasing traces, they can slowly turn the soil, no need to rush ... . ... Not at all, Lu Qiang is extremely nervous right now. If a squad of enemies suddenly appears now, they would be done for.
"Boss, you..." The tiger, who was busy collecting spoils, suddenly looked up at Lu Qiang, but was terrified by his appearance, as if he had crawled out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood
The extraction was quite smooth, as the blood channel allowed air to enter while blood was being drawn out, preventing the muscles from exerting pressure on the military dagger, thus making the extraction very convenient. As the military dagger was pulled out, a column of blood followed closely behind, spraying up to two or three meters high, but it only lasted for two or three seconds before stopping. Lu Qiang was also splattered all over, with blood flowing down his clothes, resembling a demon crawling out of hell. Anyone timid who saw this would likely be scared to death. As the military dagger was pulled out, a column of blood followed closely behind, spraying up to two or three meters high, but it only lasted for two or three seconds before stopping. Lu Qiang was also splattered all over, with blood flowing down his clothes, resembling a demon crawling out of hell. Anyone timid who saw this would likely be scared to death.
Lu Qiang ignored the frightened Hu Zhuang, found a relatively clean uniform from a Japanese soldier, wiped the bloodstains off his military dagger, and then put it away. He prepared to continue using that Japanese officer's sword, as its lethality was quite terrifying, so it was better to keep it stored away.
After spending more than an hour, the two finally finished, and it was already dusk. As for the spoils, Lu Qiang suggested finding a place to bury them and marking the spot to retrieve them later (which was unlikely). Instead, Lu Qiang sold them directly to the system. A Type 38 rifle was sold to the system for 1 war point, while purchasing it would cost 2 points. The system was truly ruthless, cutting the price in half. The system explained that these guns were all used and had damages, and a half-price buyback was already considered generous. Regardless, Lu Qiang still sold them cheaply to the system, including a PPSh-41, which sold for 4 points. The price was again halved, with the same explanation from the system regarding the condition of the guns. In addition, there were 123 rounds of 6.5mm ammunition for the Type 38 rifle, but the system did not accept them, requiring a minimum of 300 rounds to redeem for 1 point. Helpless, Lu Qiang left one Type 38 rifle as a spare.
The squad leader, seeing the machine gunner finish a magazine, noticed the surrounding silence and furrowed his brow. He was also a veteran of the battlefield, having previously served in the Northeast Army before being transferred here. According to his methods for dealing with bandits in the Northeast, a single shot would cause those ambushing Chinese to jump out, thinking they had been discovered, only to be annihilated by the great Japanese locust army. After all, who could blame them for their lack of military quality? As he pondered this, the squad leader suddenly felt invigorated; in his eyes, the great Japanese locust army was invincible. He called for the team to continue advancing.
In the astonished gaze of Hu Zhuang, Lu Qiang approached the enemy who was in so much pain that he could not cry out, pressing the tip of the knife against his heart. At that moment, Lu Qiang's hand trembled slightly, unsure whether it was excitement or fear. Gripping the knife handle tightly, he exerted force and directly pierced through the enemy's heart.
Oh! Hu Zhuang nodded slightly, indicating his understanding, and then continued to hide behind the cover with Lu Qiang
At this moment, every second is a torment for Lu Qiang, as he is anxiously waiting for another wave of enemies. It would be a great pity if they were to escape just like that, and the bobcat has only seven days left to live. Moreover, this place is remote, and it is uncertain when the next wave of enemies will arrive.